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[ so it's renji's birthday and keigo certainly hadn't forgotten. the only thing was that he didn't know what to get him this year. he had access to a lot more than he did on the station, but it somehow made it that much harder to find a gift that he liked. of course, thinking about his last birthday and how they celebrated it triggered some fond, if inappropriate, memories. one thing led to another, and keigo decided that at the very least, he could provide him with some kind of gift, even if it was technically a throwback. ]

hey remember this?

[ it started innocently enough; a text with an image attached. but opening the attachment quickly removed any semblance of innocence this conversation could have hoped to have.

it was a picture of keigo, similar to one he sent long ago, on the station. framed from the bottom of his chest to his lap, he was reclined on the couch, thumb hooked under the waistband of his pants. he had tugged down on the waistband, revealing smooth skin and a cut of muscle, but nothing overly revealing. the real treat was that it wasn't difficult to see that keigo had the starting of an erection, tenting at his loose-fitting pants.

it might not have been a bandanna or sunglasses, but keigo hoped it would suffice for a gift in the meantime. ]

[ As memorable as his last birthday had been, Renji wasn't exactly expecting a repeat of it. In a solid several decade streak of his birthday being generally unremarked upon, Keigo's lavish attention had come as a surprise, exceptional and unusual. Lightning out of a clear blue sky, unlikely to strike a second time. So today was, for all that Renji cared, just like any other day.

Keigo always seemed to upend his expectatioons, though. Renji's eyes skimmed over the text idly before widening as he opened the attachment. His gaze roamed over pale skin and the evidence of Keigo's hardness and there was no way that he could forget where he'd seen that before. He had a very similar picture saved on a communicator in a faraway space station and burned into his mind. ]

Yeah I do.

[ The cool response was a sharp contrast to the spike in Renji's reiatsu, memory driving arousal. It also didn't match his next reply, too eager by half. ]

Need me to take care of this one too?

[ in a way it was a bit embarrassing to send something like that unprompted; it begged the question of what, exactly, was keigo doing to get to that state? but if renji was going to roll with it (and it appeared that he would) then he probably wouldn't find much point in deconstructing it... hopefully. ]

if you want. wouldn't want you to strain yourself or anything

[ the dismissive text was clearly coded in a teasing way, maybe even a bit challenging. he could feel the abrupt climb in renji's reiatsu, a sensation that still gave him a bit of a pleasant chill even so far away from the source. ]

[ Renji wasn't thinking to deeply about the whys of this sudden message or Keigo's arousal. If anything he assumed, like the first time Keigo had used this move on him, it was probably his own fault and he was happy to help resolve this problem he'd created. Even if Keigo was being a little cocky with him. ]

Oi
The only one who's gonna strain somethin is you

[ A dubious claim considering the second sharp peak of his reiatsu at Keigo's gentle teasing, but Renji had an image to maintain. ]

Or don't ya remember what happened last time?

[ Because Renji certainly did. The pressure of his reiatsu crashing down on Keigo and his tight insides and how his legs clamped around him as he came with just a few thrusts. It was getting him going just thinking about it. ]

[ ah, yes. an expected response from the likes of renji... keigo was pretty amused, even while enduring the strain of arousal that was gripping him so tightly. renji's fluctuating reiatsu didn't help with his concentration, either, though it did clue him into just how much this was affecting his boyfriend. ]

i remember. you don't needa worry about that

[ though keigo was growing impatient... ]

it's funny you mention it [ though keigo was the one to start this whole thing... ] because i think even back then i really liked you

[ As was customary, Renji readied himself for some verbal sparring before the main event. It had become almost part of their foreplay, flirty little messages traded back and forth to set the mood when their patience for mere suggestion ran out.

But this message struck an early knock out, the ardor stoking in Renji turning to unbearable affection and a kind of tender embarrassment. He stared at the message, heat rising to his face, and then he was knocking at Keigo's door. When he answered, Renji hesitated before speaking. ]

...You did?

[ A not entirely seamless continuation of their conversation, but maybe the lingering red colouring his cheeks would make up for that. ]

[ keigo wasn't sure what compelled him to reveal that tidbit of information in the midst of some dirty texting, but it was too late to backtrack now. not that he didn't want renji to know, but some things were still a bit embarrassing to admit.

he could have predicted that renji would show up at his door so soon, though he still jolted in the bed when renji came knocking. and seeing him on the other side, red in the face and seemingly stuck on what keigo had said, made the boner he still sported feel a bit more depraved than it should have. ]

Um... [ he didn't know what he expected, but keigo still fumbled a bit even as he stepped back to let renji inside. ] I mean... y-yeah. [ all the confidence he wielded was quickly fracturing, revealing a bit of shame as he looked away. ] Even then... I wanted to be near you a lot... and... whenever you... [ this was much easier over text... keigo wanted to be sensual and flirtatious, but now he felt like an awkward virgin all over again. ] When we were together, it always felt more gratifying to me.

[ Renji's gaze was fixed on Keigo, not even glancing back as he let himself into his apartment and closed the door softly behind him. The stark contrast of Keigo's downright audacious tone over text and his chaste demureness wasn't lost on Renji. Another unbearable swell of fondness overcame him seeing all these little facets of Keigo. The tide of his feelings rose to a strange, tender ache in his chest and a hint of warmth in his eyes and a bright surge of reiatsu. ]

I didn't know that.

[ A shy kind of contentment that he rarely showed was now painted on his face. Renji cleared his throat, as if that would wipe away his stupidly pleased expression. ]

Well... since I'm here... [ His hands drifted to find Keigo's, fingers curving to interlace neatly with his. ] Lemme gratify you again, then.

[ Leaning forward, tilting his head, his lips found Keigo's. The way his feelings for Keigo developed was deliberately secret and unseen until it became too steadfast to ignore, like roots winding around inside him until a shoot burst from the dark earth. He couldn't find it in himself to put that into words, even halting ones like Keigo, so he tried instead to impress the gist of it with a kiss, with the gentle press of his lips and the probing sweep of his tongue. His free hand pulled between them, palm skimming up the tent of fabric in Keigo's pants that also hadn't gone unnoticed. ]

[ keigo wanted to be a smartass and say something like "well, now you know!" and brush it off like it wasn't a big deal. unfortunately, he couldn't muster the sense of mind to even go that far. it felt too genuine and vulnerable, even for him.

at most, he was receptive to the fluctuation in renji's reiatsu, his hands easily meeting renji's seeking ones and allowing them to clasp together. it was a romantic gesture, one that had keigo softly exhaling an amused sound, shy but wanting. he only gave renji a small look with a half-quirked brow and warm smile before he took the kiss easily, like it was all but second nature.

even as embarrassed as he was, this was the easy part. kissing renji came with a rhythm keigo could sink into, working in tandem with him to envelope his tongue with a slick pressure as he sucked on it. there was no real checklist they were using, but with any cue renji gave, keigo responded with its corresponding action. from pressing inward with more insistence to nibbling on his lip, keigo had every bit of what renji desired memorized. the only interruption came from the pressure to his cock, as light as it was. keigo's mouth opened and he moaned into renji's, shuddering from the very welcome touch. ]

Please, [ keigo whispered, husky and rough as he coiled his fingers through renji's hair, his other hand steadfastly squeezing at the one clasped against it. ] I wanna feel you again.

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